Friends To The (Rear) End 16

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Friends to the (rear) end – Chapter 16

"Ryan, thank you again for agreeing to stay with Mickey while we're gone," Mickey's mom said from the open doorway. "I know he's a very responsible boy, but I just feel better knowing that he won’t be staying all alone.”

"Don't worry, Ms. Collins," Ryan said, standing at Mickey's side. "We'll be fine."

"I know you will, sweetheart. You've always been such a good friend to Mickey," she said. "Ok, we have to go, you boys behave now. And listen, don't you hesitate to turn him over your knee for a good spanking if he misbehaves, you hear?"

"Uh, s-sure. Whatever you say, Ms. Collins," Ryan said, taken aback. She was asking him to spank Mickey? It actually made some sense, given that Ryan was older than Mickey by two full years. Oh, the cruel, cruel irony.

"Oh, I'm sorry Ryan, I wasn't talking to you," Ms. Collins said, sounding amused. "I was talking to Mickey."

"W-what?" Ryan said, immediately turning towards Mickey, as if asking for an explanation.

Mickey shrugged. "Mom overheard the spanking I gave you in my bedroom a few days ago. She asked me about it, so I explained everything and she thought it was a great idea."

"I think it's very responsible of the two of you," she added. "Ryan dear, I know you are a good boy at heart, but I also know that you act pretty childishly most of the time. So it was really very thoughtful of you two to reach this agreement. About Mickey spanking you, I mean. You boys still have a lot to learn and you need to keep helping each other as you grow up. That's what good friends do."

"Um, r-right, of course," Ryan said, blushing. He felt deeply humiliated by the conversation.

"Let's go, dear!" Mickey's dad shouted from the car outside. "We have to get going!"

"All right, all right, I'm coming!" Ms. Collins said. "Ok boys, there's food in the fridge and I gave you some money already. Oh, and I also left my large wooden hairbrush on the nightstand, too. In case you boys need it for warming up a naughty tushy tonight," she said with a smirk and winked at Ryan, who blushed a deeper shade of red.

She waved good-bye and walked out the front door, closing it behind her. The two boys then heard the car drive slowly away.

"This is sweet! We have the whole place to ourselves!" Mickey said. "What do you want to do first? I was thinking that we could play some video games, and then we-"

"Hold it right there," Ryan said. "That's not the way it's going to work today."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean you choosing what we do and when we do it. That's not how it's going to work this time," Ryan said. "Look, I've been thinking about this. I know you can turn me over your knee whenever I deserve it, but I'm still your friend, you know? That means that sometimes we should do what I want to do. I mean, you're still the spanking authority here, no doubt about it, but that doesn't mean we have to do everything your way every single time. Don't you agree?"

"Uh... sure, I guess that's fair..."

"I'm mean, we're still best buds, ain't we? Even with the spankings and all."

"Of course we are!" Mickey hurried to agree. He was glad to hear Ryan say it. Mickey had been secretly worrying that Ryan might not see him as his best friend anymore. Not just because of the spankings, but also because Ryan had a girlfriend now (even if that girlfriend was openly sucking Mickey's dick on a daily basis). Mickey could own Ryan's ass all right, but that didn't mean he owned his heart. At least friendship-wise, that is. So Ryan's words were truly refreshing to Mickey. "Best friends forev, dude! You and me, all the way."

"Good," Ryan said. He could already see that Mickey was being receptive to his words. He thought that he should seize the opportunity and press on with his plan. "Ok, so this is what I think we should do. First off, we both know that I'm bound to screw up at some point today. It’s one of the few certainties of life, right? Night follows day, dogs pee on trees and I screw up every single day. And that means my butt will only stay cool and un-spanked until that fateful, screwing-up moment, right?”

"You betcha!"

"Wrong," Ryan said. "The very first thing we're doing tonight is getting my ass tanned but good."

"WHAT? But... but you haven't screwed up yet."

"No I haven’t, but let me explain my reasoning. First of all, we know that what I just said is true: I'm bound to screw up at some point. That's a fucking guarantee, man. You know me. You know it will happen."

"That’s hard to argue with."

"And we also know that right after getting a spanking, I usually keep a fairly decent behavior for a little while. At least while my butt's still stinging."

"Also true."

"And we also know that I hate, hate, hate getting the stupid hairbrush!”

Mickey laughed. “From the way you start shaking in your boots whenever I threaten to use the brush, I think that’s pretty obvious.”

Ryan frowned. "I don't wear boots."

Mickey laughed again. "You know what I mean."

“Right, whatever. Anyway, so I decided to minimize that risk today. So instead of risking that my first screw-up is bad enough to be worthy of a hairbrush spanking, I'm going to get a good, sound hand-spanking right now. That hand-spanking is sure to keep me on my toes for a while, which means that I'll be less likely to earn any more spankings later, let alone one worthy of the hairbrush."

"Wow, that's… I mean, I guess I see your point!" Mickey said, looking surprised. "It actually makes sense, even though it still sounds funny to hear you actually ask for a spanking, you know?" he said and giggled.

Ryan sighed. "Believe me, it’s breaking my heart to ask for it, but it’s better for my butt in the long run. One hard, preemptive hand-spanking that might save me from a hairbrush spanking later? It’s definitely worth a try."

"Uh, what does that word mean?"

"Preemptive? It means when you, um… when you do something before it’s actually called for. You do it to prevent something worse from happening. That's kind of what I think it means, anyway."

"I see... So you're trying to say that spankings are not only great punishment for misbehavior... but they’re also great for preventing misbehavior in the first place? That's an awesome idea! Don't you worry, man, I will definitely give you lots and lots of preventive spankings from now on! Right before you study for a test, for example. Or before you visit your grandparents. Or before-"

"Ok, ok, let’s not get ahead of ourselves! I, uh, I think you got the idea…" Ryan said. He swallowed and wondered just how wise it had been to introduce this concept to Mickey’s already spanking-happy mind. How many additional spankings had he just talked himself into? "And the word is preemptive, not preventive. Anyway, so I'm glad we agree on the first order of business for today. Second item on the list: Your blowjob will take place at bedtime."

"Awwww, man! But what if I get horny way before that? In fact, I may be starting to feel a little horny right now..."

"Uh-uh. Keep it in your pants, dude. I know we made a deal and I have to suck your dick all month, but we never said that you get to decide when and where. You’re always choosing the time and place for your blowjobs and it's been making a mess of my schedule. That’s got to change. Like I said, you have to remember that we're still friends, so you should want to help me."

"Okkkk..." Mickey said, looking down, hands in his pockets and shyly twisting his leg, as if he was being scolded. Ryan thought that he looked very cute for a spanking authority.

Ryan knew he was getting to his friend. He had shown the stick, now he needed to throw in a carrot. "Listen," he said. "I'll be kind enough to give you a choice for today: You can get a short blowjob right now or a long blowjob at bedtime. What’s your pick?”

Mickey groaned, not exactly thrilled to be losing absolute control over his blowjobs, but he had to admit that Ryan was making sense. After all, it was true that Ryan was still his best friend, and Mickey did not wish to be unreasonable. "I guess, um… I guess a long blowjob at bedtime would be nicer. You do such good work with the long ones, anyway."

"All right. A nice, long, slow-cooking blowjob at bedtime it is. Ok, so now we should get my spanking started so we can play afterwards or something. C’mon, we’ll do it in the living room."

"Uh, ok, sure," Mickey said and followed his friend, feeling more than a little surprised by Ryan's demeanor. He wasn't sure just how comfortable he was with the fact that Ryan was taking the lead this time. Mickey had grown used to being the leader since he had started spanking his pal, and now he felt like anything but. Should he fight it or embrace it? He was still pretty confused, Ryan’s sudden change had taken him completely by surprise.

The two boys walked into the living room and Mickey sat on the large sofa. "So what's with this new attitude, anyway?" he said. "You're, like, pretty intense today! I mean, we're best buds, like you said, so you can tell me what’s going on, can’t you?"

"Well, I... I guess that I just need a little more control over my life, you know?" Ryan said as he unzipped his own pants. "Even though I’m now getting spankings all week long, I should still be able to enjoy my non-spanking time and make my life a little more pleasant. But that means controlling my schedule a little bit more. And it also means avoiding that stupid hairbrush whenever possible!"

Mickey giggled. "It stings that much, huh?"

"Like you wouldn't believe!" Ryan said, pulling his pants and underwear completely off and then throwing them over the loveseat.

Mickey giggled at the sight of the now-bottomless boy in front of him. "Oh man, I will never get used to the sight of your baby dick. It just looks so funny on your fourteen-year-old body, you know?"

Ryan rolled his eyes and blushed. "Yeah, yeah. Believe me, I know. Now if you're done laughing at my dick for the hundredth time, sit back so I can get myself across your lap."

Mickey complied and over his lap Ryan went. The blond 12-year-old boy started fondling Ryan's soft buns right away, as he always did before a spanking, enjoying his power over his friend's plump posterior.

"Don't forget to lecture me," Ryan said.

"Huh?”

"This is a preemptive spanking, remember? You need to warn me about staying on my best behavior or else you're going to spank me again, yadda-yadda-yadda, that kind of stuff. Maybe threaten me with the hairbrush or something. Just... try to make me afraid of misbehaving tonight, you know what I mean? That's the whole point of this spanking."

“Oh. Ok, sure, but… would all of that still be effective now that you’ve just told me to say it? I mean, you know that you yourself told me to say all of that, so would the threats still work?”

“Of course they would, because I also know that you’d make good on your word. I mean I know you’d really spank me again if I misbehave. I also know that you just might choose to give me the hairbrush, too. It’s all just a little scarier to hear while you’re actually in the process of spanking me, you know? It kind of gets the point across.”

"Oh, ok, got it!" Mickey said as he continued to stroke his friend's perky bare bottom, one bun at a time. "So what are we doing after this?"

"Well, I'm going to need a little time to cry it off and recover, as usual," Ryan said, wrapping his arms around a cushion and resting his chin on it, as he felt his friend's hand joyfully fondle his bottom. The fondling always made him even more nervous and it made him feel like Mickey truly owned his ass (which he did, but Ryan didn't exactly like feeling it). "And after that we can maybe play some games. How about some Call of Duty?"

"Yeah! And after that we can play Super Smash Bros!" Mickey said. He was a big fan of that game. Ryan liked it too, even though he had always felt that Mickey's taste in games remained a little childish. And now it was that same childish boy who was about to spank the living daylights out of him. "And later we should play some board games, too! And then we should-"

"Um, how about we get this spanking started, dude?" Ryan said, interrupting him. "We can discuss all of that after we're done here. I'd like to get this part over with as soon as possible, you know?"

"Oh, right, of course. Here we go then!"

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"OWW! OWW! LECTURE! OWW!"

"Huh? Oh, right! Um... You'd better behave today, boy! Or else, um... or else we'll be doing this again, you hear?"

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"OWW! I'LL BEHAVE! OWW!"

"And I won't hesitate to use the hairbrush if you really step out of line. You do remember what the hairbrush tastes like, don't you?"

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"OWW! YEEEES! OWW! I REMEMBER! OWW! OWW!"

"We're going to get this pretty ass of yours nice and warm so you won't even think about misbehaving for the rest of the day! Got it?"

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"OWW! I GOT IT, I GOT IT! OWW! OWW! I'LL BE GOOOOOD! OOOOOWW!"

As the spanking went on, Ryan's mindscape was gradually turning red with the growing pain in his punished rear end. But in the back of his mind, and even though he was most definitely not enjoying himself across his best friend's lap, he was also gladly aware that his plan was working. He had managed to steer this day in the direction he wanted it to take. He was now controlling when and how he got spanked. He was controlling when and how he sucked dick. He seemed to be well on his way to reclaim at least some measure of control of his life (a life that now included lots of spankings and blowjobs, but still), and it felt empowering!

How further should he try to take things? How further did he dare to try? Mickey was obviously not a pushover, and he might probably start pushing back against the tide. And that just might mean unforeseen and unpleasant consequences for Ryan – most likely for Ryan's butt. But Ryan was dead set on his course. He would not so easily relinquish that which he was already regaining. He would not go down without a fight. He dearly loved his cute, blond friend, but he also loved his own cute, plump bottom! This sleepover was decisive - it would set a precedent for weeks and months to come. And Ryan was ready to press on, no matter how many spankings he had to take that day.

The power games had begun.

To be continued...

(The End)